Pedro Rodrigues: A Monologue Analysis
Maybe,I started to think, I was the one at fault. Or else you would have given me the care you used to-I started to believe that,however, I was wrong.
Jack Kinsman. Penelope Sullivan. Pedro Rodrigues.
You hugged,held and cared for them,although they were not of your blood nor your skin. Calling them sweethearts,puppy,flower... They were not your children,yet you loved them more than your own.
Time and time again have I looked in the mirror and questioned whether or not I was alive, if I was still visible or maybe dead.
Realized now that, I should've been more grateful for you in the beginning, when you gave me clothes to warm up and a roof above my head, whereas I don't even see you now, much like you didn't see me.
When I look outside that window,mother, I don't ruminate over what happened. You were terrible, I was obnoxious, and maybe that's all we'll ever be,however, it doesn't mean I am happy now. I'm not. …show more content…
If it gives you any comfort,I'll let you know that I didn't make any friends during those 6 months I stayed in that place. You must be proud,wait, no you're not.
I'm still waiting until they assign me to somewhere new,not counting with a new family though.
Perhaps, if I had left earlier people would be more willing to call me cute names too, seventeen years old aren't exactly the trend in adoptions.
What else is there to say? I'm alone,hungry,uncomfortable,desperately in need for better options but guess what? There aren't any,although you tried very much to give them to me.
In the room I'm in, there's a small window close to the vitamins they've been feeding me. The window there looks exactly like ours,despite having more curved
Jack Kinsman. Penelope Sullivan. Pedro Rodrigues.
You hugged,held and cared for them,although they were not of your blood nor your skin. Calling them sweethearts,puppy,flower... They were not your children,yet you loved them more than your own.
Time and time again have I looked in the mirror and questioned whether or not I was alive, if I was still visible or maybe dead.
Realized now that, I should've been more grateful for you in the beginning, when you gave me clothes to warm up and a roof above my head, whereas I don't even see you now, much like you didn't see me.
When I look outside that window,mother, I don't ruminate over what happened. You were terrible, I was obnoxious, and maybe that's all we'll ever be,however, it doesn't mean I am happy now. I'm not. …show more content…
If it gives you any comfort,I'll let you know that I didn't make any friends during those 6 months I stayed in that place. You must be proud,wait, no you're not.
I'm still waiting until they assign me to somewhere new,not counting with a new family though.
Perhaps, if I had left earlier people would be more willing to call me cute names too, seventeen years old aren't exactly the trend in adoptions.
What else is there to say? I'm alone,hungry,uncomfortable,desperately in need for better options but guess what? There aren't any,although you tried very much to give them to me.
In the room I'm in, there's a small window close to the vitamins they've been feeding me. The window there looks exactly like ours,despite having more curved